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... on the top floor of Sinclair Headquarters.
Aria stepped out, the sharp click-clack of her pointed-toe Louboutins echoing in the cavernous, immaculate reception area. She was braced for an army of uppity gatekeepers, or perhaps the lingering scent of cheap vanilla body spray that had trailed the women she saw leaving earlier.
Instead, she found only Ken.
The usually unflappable, perfectly groomed executive assistant was sitting behind the main reception desk, staring blan ...
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